Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this on stage, "I don't care what your politics are, when
our children are dying in the streets, it's to put away the guns." He
said never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is fitting that it be the last on the as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took back my hand and I him the door
No dollar of would I part with this day
For fueling the of bloody cruel war
In my land far away.
Who the first Famine wearing all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever children were born.
Their sons have no politics. call recall
Allegiance from long before.
name or O'that name can't matter at all
Or be cause for to war.
And meanwhile my babies are in their home,
Unlike their pale who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail poor Dads to the floor
And teach them to and to die.
It's those cruel beggars who the fair coin.
The peace for their kids could take at their will.
Since the day old King Billy at the Boyne,
They've bombed and maimed and they've killed.
Now cry out for money and wail at the door
But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all a big
And a curse for us here who nothing of war.
We're kindred in but name.
All rights and all wrongs have long since away,
For causes are where children lie slain.
Yet the U.D.L and the cruel I.R.A.
Will go murdering again.
But no penny of will I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" will cry out in vain,
For given my heart to the place I was born
And forgiven the House of Orange
Billy and the whole House of Orange.